The Lies We Told On Thursday Nights

10. Thursday Night: Never Happened (Emery)

Hey y'all! I told you I'd do two updates this week! I've had a lot of fun writing this and am excited to see where it goes. I know I've done a lot of chapters just on the events of this hour, but not every Thursday night will be like this, and the majority of chapters will still take place on other days.

It's just this meeting is important.

Never the less:

Emery

Thursday-7:58

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to think. And most of all, I didn't know if any of this was real.

What seemed the most unreal was that Levi seemed as ashamed and broken as I did.

I spent the remaining minutes glancing quickly and frequently between the tiled ceiling and the buff quarterback.

His elbows rested on his violently shaking legs. Furthermore, I swear on life it was tears in his typically smug eyes.

Unexpectedly, anger boiled within me. For two reasons I knew my life was over.

First off: He had no right to be here. Bad boys, especially bad boys who beat others up, are not worth therapy. Even if Levi was mentally ill, he had no right to walk in here and pretend that he was some innocent boy.

Because for the love of God, good people don't beat people up.

His reasons aside, the anger emerged from a sudden sense of terror.

Someone from my school, the place where I'm seen as nearly perfect. I've worked for years to build my reputation-good grades, smiling, open-minded. And I was only a few more pounds until I would have the perfect body.

Then I would be perfect.

But dear McDonalds, if anyone finds out my clean reputation will be drenched in oil and deep-fried until it's a deadly, ugly, and terrible thing.

I was not going to become something that ruins people.

But, the problem was that I didn't know how to assure that wouldn't happen.

I suppose if he tells, Ill tell. But if this were all a prank, then it wouldn't matter.

My eyes fluttered towards him...a single tear roll down his manly chiseled chin.

I cursed internally, something deep inside telling me that he was not making this into a joke.

That made my stomach plummet as I recalled when I first looked straight at him several minutes ago.

Why did I have to say anything?

Maybe it was my kind driven instinct. My instinct to instantly make sure I was well liked.

Or maybe it was the incredible astonishment and deranged curiosity that made me inclined to identify him.

Now knowing it was him, I had to focus on my next mission.

Make sure he doesn't say anything.

Therefore when Mitch gave his farewell speech, I practically leaped to my feet.

I swear the ground vanished out from underneath me as I embarrassable stumbled forward. I was lightheaded, yet I didn't know why I've been getting like that a lot lately.

Trying to put as much possible weight on my right leg, I managed to stumble to the sides, quickly avoiding the buff boy.

I held my breath as I attempted to get my shivering legs into a position of stability.